Her Land
She sees me, hears my voice, and she wheels,
Returns.
She knows me as well as I know her
Even when we have both discarded our winter robes.
She spirals and soars and tips her wings,
Then spreads them wide and hovers,
As though to embrace the earth and me with it
From her place in the sky.
This is her land.
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